Once upon a car ride, my father spoke in hushed tones. He spoke to my cousin, and everyone was sleepy. Once upon a car ride, trucks were whizzing by. I had nothing left to say, worry, or cry about.
What was there left to say, really? In the confined quarters of a silver Camry there wasnt very much. I knew the car, knew its smell, knew the contrast of my dark skin to the pale grey fabric lining the inside. I know the voice of my father, speaking in hushed tones, and the voice of my cousin who could never keep it down.
I knew my feeling, or perhaps I didnt. I wasnt sure. I remembered feelings distantly now. I could barely re
She, it is a she he thinks to himself, rises out of the pond slowly. She is wearing a greekish looking thing, very nice, but still unidentifiable. her back is open, leaving a patch of smooth skin open. Why? A two foot long pleco is stuck to it. Thats a new one.
"Whats it's name?" He says quietly.
"Sasha." She says simply, as it slides off.
Sometimes
Time
Must be
Wasted
In order for
Greatness
To become
Tangible
And sometimes
Time
That has been
Wasted
Come to bite us in the –
CRACK
"You didn't have to kill." I say shortly.
A raised eyebrow is all I get. I press on.
"You could have just let him be-"
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK
CRACK!
"I did, to late. Killing is all I know."
A slammed door –
BANG – ANG – BANG!
Some broken glass –
CRACKLE
SNAP
POP
BANG
CRACKLE!
An old glass of vodka from three years prior and a camera with film in it painted with faces of Soviet Russia and industrialized Africa.
And suddenly?!
Suddenly!?
Lo! The LORD OF THE FLIES!
Kae was a soft spoken girl. She smiled when waved to but very rarely said anything, and to the 300 refugee's of this camp she was simply a broken face.
She was living with a man of the swamp in a pipe house off in the outer limits. The pipe houses pulled the boiling water from the Sites through miles of filters, then took it to be readied for drinking and bathing in. The water got clean and the houses were warm, benefiting both the people and the enviroment. The houses were positioned far underground for both protection and insulation. Though it was not the most comfortable of positions it was the most practical, for the winters took up almo
Happiness is a fish. When you finally catch it, it is impossible to hold onto. When you let it go, it's difficult to catch the same one again. It lives in murky water and so there are no shortcuts to getting a hold of it. Sometimes you need help getting at it, others you can only find it alone. It is always best eaten in a feast with many friends. I have been a fisher for many, many years. I have only caught small fish, but even then I share. Sometimes I don't have much left over, but I survive.
Mind
Bad. Like a bad feeling inside. Disgusting, stick substances. Black and clogging your ribs, your lungs, your stomach. You feel it move in you, alive. You buckle; throw up, and out slimes more black gook. You think, maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe I'm sick.
You go to take some medication but it clogs half way down, stuck in the ever-changing mass. And you're asked questions about why you don't eat or sleep anymore, but you can't speak. It clogs everything you can think or feel, and your mind fills with black.
You wish the hollowness would come back, even the pain it brings, if only to get rib of this…this that suffocates your soul.
He plagu
The Eardrums in Teeth
My mom had always called me strange, but when I really started to realize it was when I turned 10. Ah, yes, 10, when your mother forces you to go outside and play with other kids. I never liked other kids much, but, eh. Anyway, I hadn't ever intended to be such a weird child, or to be kicked out of the house all day, or to wear a stupid hat constantly… but that's the nature of the beast.
In my effort to avoid other children I would go up a tree and read. And I liked to read. I felt safe in those worlds and the words that created them. This lead to an overactive imagination, but that wasn't my idea either. Don't worry,
"Oh, Christopher." Thomas-Jonathan says with an ease that is uncommon in human beings, even those who are completely numbed by they're own habits. "Oh, Chrrriiiistopher, what is it like to be possessed by the devil, hmm?"
Christopher is numb, too, but in a different manner. He is numb because his is catatonic at the moment, staring at the wall in complete emptiness. He doesn't move or speak; he sees no point, as he takes this strange, contorted position willingly. He likes to feel motionless like this. It is peaceful. T-J, however, is very lively today. He jiggles and moves and grins and laughs and yells and rambles, itching at his new tatto
She was standing, static as she was at times like this, in a puddle of all places. Shin deep in cold, muddy water, her pants rolled up past her knees and her shoes misplaced somehow, along with her socks, leaving her feet cold and alone in the world. Dimmed muddy blue eyes stared at a rather apocalyptic scene. Everything had been destroyed, buildings, people. Any water that was there was full of metal-dust blood and bits of person, and there was plenty of water. They earth had carried rain over the bombed plain, trying to flush away the memory of what had taken place there it seemed. Once a thriving metropolis, now a ground zero as never befo
Angelo could see the darkness in front of his eyes and he lay in bed beside his lover, confused. His tattoo showed plainly as he lay on his stomach and breathed heavily into his pillow, feelings an arm around his waist. Perhaps he was thinking to hard.
Perhaps he was wrong about it. The feeling, somewhere in his gut that said that he totally and unconditionally
~*~
Angelo sat in his sorrow, silently, quietly. HE swallowed hard and blinked gently as words passed around his head, words from his caretaker. Words spoken to the air around him, but never to him. The belief that the words were meant for the space near him was all that kept him st
Aries glared, discontent, at the bodies littering the ground around him, unhappy that the fighting had stopped. The rush he got when on one if his mindless spirts had died lost its glow. Standing tall, a spear in on hand, his helmet under his arm, everything seemed ever so pointless. There were the moments he usually felt proud of himself, ready to move on, but today was different. He could sense the end of the war, but it was unclear to him who would win. Of all people, he would know how war could turn on its heels and flee in the opposite direction from were it was going to start with. Besides, who won mattered little to him. He was just ha
Athena: DAAAADDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! -Screeches- APOLLO IS TRING TO DEFLOWER MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Zeus: -playing cards- awww, I'm sorry kitten; you want me to smite him for you?
Athena: No daddy I wanna do it, can I borrow your lightening?
Apollo: oooohhhhh!! Common Athena! I haven't had any sex for WEEKS it's starting to really get to me. I promise it'll be fun! -innocent smile-
Zeus: Course pumpkin, it's by the throne.
Athena: -grin- thank you daddy.
Apollo: The what it were? Hmm? What'd I miss? ....I...Athena...why are you pointing that at me...
Athena: I am going to KILL YOU, YOU HORNY LITTLE SEX WOLF YOU!!!
Apollo: Aw...shit.... -run
It had become quite clear that the misty summer rain was not going to leave any time soon, and despite James' hate for being wet he was determined to go outside for his daily walk. This was something James had started doing lately, for one reason or another, and he did rather enjoy it. The entire idea was to get away from his body guards for awhile and it worked rather well, though he did have to sneak out. His father would never have to know, either, and this was one of the more pleasing things about the whole idea of taking a nice long walk.
But it was raining and James did hate being wet.
Ignoring this as best he could, James walked to t
"Get up, you useless git!" The maid said as she repeatedly smashed James in the head with the end of a broom.
Bewildered, James did as he was told, his wrinkled suit hanging on him limply as he did so. "What?! WHAT!?!"
"Your father." The maid said in a triumphant voice. "Said to get you up in the most painful of ways for coming home at the ungodly hour you did, sir, he said you ought to have your head beat in with a broom for sneaking out so often, sir, and he fired that maid that kept on lettin' you out with not a second thought to it. Your in Righ' trouble Master James, right f'skin' trouble." He held her broom like a riffle and walked ou
"Old Man";
Name: Don Quixote, Alonso
Age: Unknown, about 60+
Height: Average; 5' 10"
Hair: White, short
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Spanish Tan
Known History: None
Unknown History: Undefined
Significance: He is the old man who lives in the Victorian house, owner of the three of
Cups and keeper of the only working portal.
Personality: Easily existed, he often trails off into talking to himself. Seems to almost always be out-of-sorts, muttering to himself and talking to inanimate objects as if they were people. He also talks to animals and is known to sometimes speak to people he just met as if they have known each other for quite some time.
"Faeries";
Name: 'Princess' Nootsie Tah
Age: Unknown
Height: 9.5cm
Hair: Dark Green/Brownish, short-ish
Eyes: Dark Green
Skin: Light Tan
Known History: Born of Oberon and Titania and banished for being 'too proud'.
Unknown History: None
Significance: Allows (main) to meet the faeries and Queen Mab and introduces him to the Caetar.
Personality: Nootsie Tah is very proud and sometimes slightly stuck up. She has a good heart deep down but it is somewhat buried in her instinct to think of herself first. Though she is willing to do things for others, she will always think of the pro's and con's as she sees it first. She can be a very sw
"Caterpillar";
Name: Pindar, Caetar, the Lover
Age: 10, 000 or so. He stopped counting
Height: 9.8 cm
Hair: (Greatest to least) Yellow-ish blonde, Fire-y Orange, Midnight Black, Dark Lake-Bottom Blue, Dark Forest Bottom Green; Long, Shoulder length
Eyes: Compound, Black/Purple/Red
Skin: Pale Greenish
Known History: Lived on his mushroom for as long as anyone can remember, often referred to as a whore for the number of lovers he's taken in, but has the most knowledge of happenings of anyone and respected to his face, though he knows who is pretending; highly respected by the Gods and Father Time as a good man.
Unknown History: Undefine